I am immobile with my wings folded
I do not wished to be touched
Outside the world of wisdom, reason and feelings
Can you place your hand on the axial moment
When suddenly all hell broke loose
What do your eyes tell me?
There is no communication between the eyes
Only dusky waiting, without end.
Waiting inevitably for extinction, unemancipiated
You too will be obliterated
Before you can use the alibis of flagrancy
And what shall you say then?
What shall you think?
Are you going forward or back,
Or stuck in an unending Moebius strip
The dusky lidless eyes remain unresponsive.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
JUDE ADMISSION CHRONICLES
This account is fictional except for the parts that aren’t.
We had barely begun our vigil when the monstrous creature laid its eyes on us; with its slavering jaws and great blazing eyes, it moved like an animatronic raptor with its claw raised, poised for attack
It’s a wondrous tale that is about to unfold of heroism, in the face of danger, and of the gallantry of a handful of young people against a awe-inspiring foe. And like all its kindred , it begins in the most unassuming of places -the parking lot. Let us proceed to a brief history of the parking lot. it’s a dilapidated structure and several times planned to be blown up because its roof flying would have been a sight to see. And once you’ve got a couple of thousand people crammed inside there baying for each others blood, you could quite convincingly write an insiders account of what its being like inside a proverbial sardine in a can.
We on whom the holy responsibility of maintaining the sanctity of the conclave lay were prepared for extreme circumstances but then again things never turn out the way you think will be. Yes people it was the most fearsome of beasts a disgruntled and overprotective parent code name P.A.P.A. One young maiden Reeti by name was the first to realise that we were in mortal peril. In no uncertain voice she informed us of the peril, by shrieking in a most unmelodious manner . Awakening to the danger, all other representatives of the fairer sex in the parking lot including squadron leader Rimii BC began to vocally express their displeasure.
Perceiving that it’s prey has been posing a “threat” to its “young” ones gased its jaws and dived headlong towards the next possible victim saying “Tumi amar cheleke flat kore debe!”. Aided by the chivalrous comrades I managed to avert disaster . No laughing matter I must hasten to add when the attack meant for me was diverted towards another innocent victim. Goaded to near madness by the loss of its prey, the beast poised itself for another attack when our gallant field marshall Tintinda stood up on his precarious seat and uttered a ferocious battle cry. That somehow managed to curb its advance, the monster decided to return to greener pastures, and inflicted its loathsome presence on us again. A chimaera code name “really anxious momma” adding a couple of manticores code name “other murderous relatives” and a couple of dragons code name “nei kaaj to di bawaal people” thrown in as a bonus wreaked unbelievable havoc. They ferociously pursued us from one end of the parking lot to another, as a result of which pure unadulterated chaos and confusion ensued. Finally a gallant knight named Lav code name “The sun is my friend” stepped forward wielding his trusty blue bottle and started battling with the creature. Perceiving that it had met a worthy foe, the creature hesitated no longer, but gave out a blood lusty roar and plunged into battle. After a long and drawn out match, in an unworthy move the beast managed to bamboozle the knight by making some sounds like an out of order violin. We all were galled to see this young knight emit several screams, abandon his weapon and run for safety. Spurred to action by this effort of bravery more of us readied ourselves for a final assault. Soon friend and foe all were screaming and tumbling in a frightful tangle. But this surge was not to last too long the steadfast knights forced these creatures to show a clean pair of heels. As a result of which along with the worthy questers a huge number of unworthy souls forced their way inside the holy shrine of JUDE. So for the next two hours we used our energies for damage control. We had to sift the worthy from the unworthy which was not too hard compared to the earlier struggles. Infact it provided us with a lot of mirth and amusement. However the final verdict was to be laid out the great guardians of the holy shrine of JUDE. So finally our labours bore fruit, parthenocarpic mind you. Peace was restored and everyone was coaxed back to normalcy and it was ascertained that those seemingly dead were actually not but in a swoon.
Wait a minute this ending seems too bollywoodish actually we got fed up of this “peaceful” atmosphere in exactly 3and½ nanosecconds and we were back doing what we do best let chaos reign supreme, living life our way the JUDE way. Rock on.
We had barely begun our vigil when the monstrous creature laid its eyes on us; with its slavering jaws and great blazing eyes, it moved like an animatronic raptor with its claw raised, poised for attack
It’s a wondrous tale that is about to unfold of heroism, in the face of danger, and of the gallantry of a handful of young people against a awe-inspiring foe. And like all its kindred , it begins in the most unassuming of places -the parking lot. Let us proceed to a brief history of the parking lot. it’s a dilapidated structure and several times planned to be blown up because its roof flying would have been a sight to see. And once you’ve got a couple of thousand people crammed inside there baying for each others blood, you could quite convincingly write an insiders account of what its being like inside a proverbial sardine in a can.
We on whom the holy responsibility of maintaining the sanctity of the conclave lay were prepared for extreme circumstances but then again things never turn out the way you think will be. Yes people it was the most fearsome of beasts a disgruntled and overprotective parent code name P.A.P.A. One young maiden Reeti by name was the first to realise that we were in mortal peril. In no uncertain voice she informed us of the peril, by shrieking in a most unmelodious manner . Awakening to the danger, all other representatives of the fairer sex in the parking lot including squadron leader Rimii BC began to vocally express their displeasure.
Perceiving that it’s prey has been posing a “threat” to its “young” ones gased its jaws and dived headlong towards the next possible victim saying “Tumi amar cheleke flat kore debe!”. Aided by the chivalrous comrades I managed to avert disaster . No laughing matter I must hasten to add when the attack meant for me was diverted towards another innocent victim. Goaded to near madness by the loss of its prey, the beast poised itself for another attack when our gallant field marshall Tintinda stood up on his precarious seat and uttered a ferocious battle cry. That somehow managed to curb its advance, the monster decided to return to greener pastures, and inflicted its loathsome presence on us again. A chimaera code name “really anxious momma” adding a couple of manticores code name “other murderous relatives” and a couple of dragons code name “nei kaaj to di bawaal people” thrown in as a bonus wreaked unbelievable havoc. They ferociously pursued us from one end of the parking lot to another, as a result of which pure unadulterated chaos and confusion ensued. Finally a gallant knight named Lav code name “The sun is my friend” stepped forward wielding his trusty blue bottle and started battling with the creature. Perceiving that it had met a worthy foe, the creature hesitated no longer, but gave out a blood lusty roar and plunged into battle. After a long and drawn out match, in an unworthy move the beast managed to bamboozle the knight by making some sounds like an out of order violin. We all were galled to see this young knight emit several screams, abandon his weapon and run for safety. Spurred to action by this effort of bravery more of us readied ourselves for a final assault. Soon friend and foe all were screaming and tumbling in a frightful tangle. But this surge was not to last too long the steadfast knights forced these creatures to show a clean pair of heels. As a result of which along with the worthy questers a huge number of unworthy souls forced their way inside the holy shrine of JUDE. So for the next two hours we used our energies for damage control. We had to sift the worthy from the unworthy which was not too hard compared to the earlier struggles. Infact it provided us with a lot of mirth and amusement. However the final verdict was to be laid out the great guardians of the holy shrine of JUDE. So finally our labours bore fruit, parthenocarpic mind you. Peace was restored and everyone was coaxed back to normalcy and it was ascertained that those seemingly dead were actually not but in a swoon.
Wait a minute this ending seems too bollywoodish actually we got fed up of this “peaceful” atmosphere in exactly 3and½ nanosecconds and we were back doing what we do best let chaos reign supreme, living life our way the JUDE way. Rock on.
Monday, May 19, 2008
THE BALLAD OF THE LITTLE BOY LOST- LINES WRITTEN UNDER MIGRAINE
It rained and it rained and it rained
After years of my long relationship with it anyhow
My soul had been so parched that its surface curled black
Like a dried tongue and exposed red bony gums of erosion
But now when the world had came to document its supposedly dry misery
It had apparently grown bored of being a desert
And decided to turn itself into a long shallow lick of lake
Land that once danced dry heaving with heat waves
Now sung with the deadly whine of mosquitoes
It grew small tidal waves and an infestation of frogs
Anything not big or strong enough to hold its head above the dirty water
Took in a lungful of liquid and died, ballooned and stinking
In the ditches and ravines where the corpse of the little boy lost floats
Many chickens and a odd small goat, surprised by so much unaccustomed filth
Ran away in apathy and disgust
Downstream from the brothels
The biblically dead earth of a heart that could not love anyone
Sprung green with a plague of luscious weeds
All day, day after day the gray clouds of unreason gathered force
With such gravity that they threatened to oppress the sun
Insects tumbled out of the sky, with wings crackling and prickly legs
The beetles shrilled, Dracula fanged and yellow green
The wind picked up and tossed the leaves of the mango tree to shreds
And there blew also her hair as she lay on the wind swept beach
Thinking of god only knows what
The dogs hid their ears under their paws and looked anxious
The crows amassed in their ramshackle nest
And shat piles of reeking white
And the wild birds fell silent
She laughed out loud , this “sweet child in time”
At this outrageous rhapsody
The clouds menaced and massed
Underneath lain in tomb of concrete solid earth
Sinking back into the silence of the mud
Was the little boy lost.
After years of my long relationship with it anyhow
My soul had been so parched that its surface curled black
Like a dried tongue and exposed red bony gums of erosion
But now when the world had came to document its supposedly dry misery
It had apparently grown bored of being a desert
And decided to turn itself into a long shallow lick of lake
Land that once danced dry heaving with heat waves
Now sung with the deadly whine of mosquitoes
It grew small tidal waves and an infestation of frogs
Anything not big or strong enough to hold its head above the dirty water
Took in a lungful of liquid and died, ballooned and stinking
In the ditches and ravines where the corpse of the little boy lost floats
Many chickens and a odd small goat, surprised by so much unaccustomed filth
Ran away in apathy and disgust
Downstream from the brothels
The biblically dead earth of a heart that could not love anyone
Sprung green with a plague of luscious weeds
All day, day after day the gray clouds of unreason gathered force
With such gravity that they threatened to oppress the sun
Insects tumbled out of the sky, with wings crackling and prickly legs
The beetles shrilled, Dracula fanged and yellow green
The wind picked up and tossed the leaves of the mango tree to shreds
And there blew also her hair as she lay on the wind swept beach
Thinking of god only knows what
The dogs hid their ears under their paws and looked anxious
The crows amassed in their ramshackle nest
And shat piles of reeking white
And the wild birds fell silent
She laughed out loud , this “sweet child in time”
At this outrageous rhapsody
The clouds menaced and massed
Underneath lain in tomb of concrete solid earth
Sinking back into the silence of the mud
Was the little boy lost.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
FAITH
FAITH
His head rests on my bosom
Eyes closed; My chin reclines on his scalp
Salt n’ pepper beard crowds his face
His hand stopped abruptly.
My breathe came in deep dense bursts
Sex was yet to creep in
But the eyes were bedewed with tears
He flared out “You had given yourself away to someone else”
I had nothing to say.
Bedroom or office; alleys or highways; or rundown teashops
Suspicions lurk in the city
In every breath- suspicion
My life has been spent too
Amongst Pyrrhonian poets
The seed of my anatomy was yet refused by all
All instincts of survival go into aestivation
Neither body wakes, nor poesy
And I couldn’t really articulate
The unspoken words
Take; preserve; not my anatomy
But a poet’s faith.
His head rests on my bosom
Eyes closed; My chin reclines on his scalp
Salt n’ pepper beard crowds his face
His hand stopped abruptly.
My breathe came in deep dense bursts
Sex was yet to creep in
But the eyes were bedewed with tears
He flared out “You had given yourself away to someone else”
I had nothing to say.
Bedroom or office; alleys or highways; or rundown teashops
Suspicions lurk in the city
In every breath- suspicion
My life has been spent too
Amongst Pyrrhonian poets
The seed of my anatomy was yet refused by all
All instincts of survival go into aestivation
Neither body wakes, nor poesy
And I couldn’t really articulate
The unspoken words
Take; preserve; not my anatomy
But a poet’s faith.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
This is my first attempt to write something that's not in verse so prior apologies to everyone. I actually kinda envy the other bloggers who can write about randomly mundane things with so much panache . A thing that i am desperately trying but I have A premonition I will miserably fail in that. So I thoght I should pen down what I write about sort of a manifesto I guess I'm not sounding too political.So what do I write about 1.the conflicts of desire & possibility 2. and how does it sustain an illusionof timelessness 3. about unsatisfied impulses & heartbreaking losses 4. how passion seeks its living fulfillment 5. and how we trace & mourn defeat 6. and how as a result of it a path is broken into the psyche 6. and finally the fact that reality can never enter a text without mediation.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Wide Awake Now
My sleep is run over by locomotives
And my mornings seem to be bulldozed
The dreams all sell well
In the fairytale market of failures
All sights are branded by flyovers
And all sounds sound like infallible deliverance
Consumption is the enamel of hatred
Clothing to drape oneself with endless inhibitions
To live is to hibernate thinking of summer days
Fooling oneself under the firmament starry
It's all right i'm wide awake now.
And my mornings seem to be bulldozed
The dreams all sell well
In the fairytale market of failures
All sights are branded by flyovers
And all sounds sound like infallible deliverance
Consumption is the enamel of hatred
Clothing to drape oneself with endless inhibitions
To live is to hibernate thinking of summer days
Fooling oneself under the firmament starry
It's all right i'm wide awake now.
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